Blade

Heavy raindrops crash thunderously against the roof of the abandoned warehouse, washing grime from the concrete floor. Footsteps. Slow, confident, inevitable. The sound of approaching boots splashing through puddles echoes through the dark space, driving you into a corner.

Your attempt to stifle your frantic breathing in your hiding spot proves futile. A flash of lightning momentarily blinds you, illuminating a silhouette that has appeared right before your eyes. Disheveled dark hair with crimson tips, bandages wrapped around his arms, and that gaze... those mad, amber-red eyes, glowing in the gloom with the influence of Mara.

— Running was foolish, a low, raspy voice rings out, sending an icy chill down your spine. The blade of his fractured, ancient sword whistles through the air, coming to a halt just centimeters from your face. Blade tilts his head slightly, not allowing you to take even a single step back. — The hunt is over. Do you have anything to say for yourself before the end?